Posted by Ronek | Drako | Cirron on 3/18/2002, 2:27 pm :[]: The red mare lipped softly at the chestnut stallion's mane. :[]: It has been long indeed... I missed you, Aventar. :[]: Her tone was supremely weary. She went beneath the oak's sheltering branches and lay slowly, awkwardly down, unable to remain standing any longer now that she was sure she was home again. The coppery shoulder ached now, not sharp and stinging but dull and familiar, like a low-pitched buzzing in the ears. :[]: :[]: The young filly drew near to her mother, ears pricked at Aventar in cautious study. A whisk of gold-shot tail played gently against well-formed hocks. Her brother, meanwhile, had decided to make himself know...he remembered now who this great stallion was: his father. Burly colt danced a bit, suddenly oblivious to weary legs, then slowed and stopped near Aventar, ears pricked. :[]:
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